"Well if it isn't miss crybaby." Alice laughed. I clenched my fist.
"We'll you certainly looked like a crybaby when I punched you. Do you want to do that again, because I'd be happy to." I retorted. Alice looked stunned for a second
"You-you-you," Alice stuttered.
"You-you-you," I mimicked Alice. Alice flushed deep red. "Awww," I said in mock sympathy "is somebody emberessed?" I said in a baby voice. I know it was mean, but people had to learn, to not mess with Casey Witherman. The bell rang, and I walked to class without looking back at Alice. My first class, was science with Mr. Lee. He welcomed me back, and for the rest of that period, I didn't pay attention. The next class was history with Mr. Rayburn. I loved that class. Mr. Rayburn was an old man. As I walked in, I saw a newspaper that had a picture of the man. His name was Allen Whitaker. I looked at the article.
Allen Whitaker, saves 10 from mine explosion in Argentina along with 4 American missionaries. He-
"What do you think your doing?" Mr. Rayburn asked.
"I- um- I was just," I started to stutter. Mr. Rayburn pointed to my desk, and I sat down. Allen Whittaker. That was his name. I had hated someone, I had wanted that person to burn in hell forever, and I never even knew his name. For the rest of the school day, I had thought about it. When the school bell rang to go home, I walked down to the library. I loved that place. Rachel always took me, and when she died, everyone pitied me. All the librarians felt sorry for me.
"Hi. Do you have anything on Allen Whitaker?" I asked. The librarian nodded and showed me to the newspaper section. She pulled a pile of papers and handed them to me. "Thank you." I smiled. Time to get down to business. I thought, diving into the papers